Throughout his life Martin Luther King's career was being laughed at as performance art by those who murdered him and saw his doings as pathetic squirmings of a Truman Show. They plotted his story, led him to his place of death and used him. When Jimmy Crary died as an emotional identity with a story and life of his own, I was the only person who missed him, and I set my role as an adult in attempting to protect him from Dr. King's murderers and from The King Family who in turn murdered me as an emotional identity with a story and life of my own.

A victim of murder no doubt asks themselves on some level incomprehending why did this terrible person do this to me? As a question from the dignity of man there is no answer except Hitler's eternal summons: finders keepers.

Foreign murderers and eight President Motherfuckers haved moved to take over our national by promoting the Shinto statute of war, the Shinto warrier and Nintendo weird claim by Oliver Stone, an assassin and juvenile in his soul, that the organizing principle of Western Civilization is Pussyball. Glowering, tired, cynical people, some of them unsatisfied with this rationalization for the AIDS Onslaught, regard this proposition listlessly, wondering if that is indeed the governing principle of the West since they can think of no other. The governing principle of the West is freedom of assocation, love by mutual consent. Oliver Jewboy in other words had no business raping deaf Jeannie and blowing up the World Trade Centers promoting Midori Goto as the U.N. Peace Hyena.

Owen Riley of Sound Mental Health told me, "Brilliant people and their ideas are too often simplified and coopted by the powerful to legitimize their power, like Jesus, Nietsche maybe and Ayn Rand." When brilliant people do it to other brilliant people it is even more manipulative, but here is what happens when a master crime falls into the hands of foreign master criminals.

The public of Our Commonwealth has been told, "As Blacks we understand" by insane opportunitsts who considered AIDS a groovy crime because it would empower them to beautify the plight of victims while removing only the immoral in our midst. It was ripe for the rise of the benevolent authoritarian. Hitler was always, after all, victim.

At Sound Mental Health, where Aaron Dixon holds political domain, the belligerent attempt by Seattle Art Museum and Circle of Friends to normalize Mt. Desert Island gave rise to a knifing attack and various poison crimes as the hate crimes of these unspeakable abnormals in Seattle Government, allied to Pittsburgh through ties to Obama, engineered by Jim McDermott and a stupid, cowardly, mean little worm named John Lewis in Atlanta who took the persons I loved most, deaf Jeannie and my life's meaning from me over something that I hadn't done? Just to see what a destroyed white life looked like?A raping pig. And to think I believed in them, that I had faith, this was Reverend Jesse Jackson's despicable response as a microphone hog to a destitute, non-violent victim of torture who upstaged history with a down and dirty investigation into Reagan's prior mobilization of the AIDS Onslaught, out of greed for attention he tried to destroy the evidence and murdered me. These little shits in Seattle are his cannibalistic pymies sold on the raping theory of the AIDS Combine itself that their malediction and lust for recreational sadism is Hitler's medicine to their voyage into the beyond. As I say, this shithole thinks it's groovy to help Hitler do it.

These unspeakable abnormals hide behind the wasteland of their alibi for Mt. Desert Island which is an untruth anyway. Were it the truth that Mt. Desert Island was an uprising by the HIV positive over the implications of Lennon it would not involve the forces who killed him so bondingly. Would it then be a reasonable and good idea for AIDS victims to lash out that way anyway? The argument that they are following narrative means that the victims endorsed their own killers in order to make a common statement that Hitler suggested. Therefore releasing AIDS is normal, torturing someone and raping a deaf girl is just as fun for those who have AIDS as it is for those who released AIDS so why not humanize the plague by crucifying a scapegoat? This is the reasoning of Extermin Alexie, local green injun.

If Extermin Shermin were flagellating rather than admit into his head the slightest honesty about the relevance of Leslie Katz's behavior, I might not intervene, but he isn't, he is effectuating the most horrible and mind-shattering assassination in American History, the horrible, peacemeal vivisection of a screaming, crying, traumatized, neuro-damaged child hostage, like one of the noseless girls his redskin ancestors used for chattel back in the glory days. This depradating pig did all of it on behalf of the truly guilty raising serious questions about whether Dr. Tracy Tran at International Community Health Services doesn't in fact have a partnership tracing back to Pam Hermann and Gail Burstyn. "Fair enough," the child rapist gurgle, enthralling his bootlicks with the pervert ingenuity of fluxus mass hypnosis holding domain over mass suicide. You're damn right I'm glad I'm not an Oscar Meyer AIDS victims, Penis Gabriel. If you keep saying John Lennon is behind it, I'm going to, too.

Meaning is being conveyed by the signal system of the Cirque D'Imbecile operation, Paul McCartney's mobilization of Operation Rescue and the Graham Foundation in defense of his alibi operation for mass murder, but not enlightenment. His partnership with Will Zell is a little too loud and clear. Meaning is conveyed, not enlightenment when he follows Hitler's mind and says, Lennon is your spiritual leader, follow Dr. King to the road to heaven, that's a good jew, but not enlightenment. In the past, most followers of Dr. King have wrestled against the very trivial and petty cynicism of those who preached practical violence and against Dr. King's Gandhianism. As a result, we were unable to comprehend that King was drafted by Hitler and that there is a time when even King has to be put aside, not because we disagree with him, but because we love him enough to defend him from that sort of soul murder. The idea of my marriage to Midori Goto was conceived as an endorsement and blessing of this murdering farce and I swear I will kill you before I let her have my name.

There is however a place for the magnanimous gesture, and the behoovements for which Dr. King was known and all of us very proud. Which is to say ~ don't let a shifty, and viperous British war criminal like Penis Gabriel get you down.

Someone is just about bound to say that in war or peace, particularly in a bonfire of the humanities like AIDS, LOVE is still the central question. They demand the convenience of seeing love yielded to Hitler's machine. However love has a much prouder history in our world than the murder and rape war game of Extermin Alexie would have you believe. Spontaneous love for example, love at first sight, unrelinquished to the morning after, for both sexes sometimes want to move on, was part of the dramatic target of the AIDS Combine by the murderers who shipped me to Mt. Desert Island while they pretended to find a screed that they had written. They leered effortlessly selling to their own accomplices their wiring of the plot. Aaron Dixon knew immediately from Manette Seate who Terri Visco was. Van and Phuong Chow knew all about Deanna Mancine, quoting her favorite words when she pretended she couldn't say I love you over the phone, "Me, too" when the Vietnamese Community helped Gail Burstyn set me up with Rosine Monteleone for the Warhols and Yoko Ono. Now we have the unbecoming spectacle of a raping pig for President Motherfucker presiding over the pussyball shotgun marriage of brutalized victim of hate crime unending. Socialized marriage from dirty Dick Starkey.

Like me, you have always feared that unless the riddle of this criminal adventure by Bill the mentally ill Clinton is revealed somehow with finality that this case will never be resolved and never closed, even after they kill the witness. Truth be told however, that is a stance of evasion. Hancor Institute let the whole thing on in 1986, with their concept: Preference Theory. The idea is that hoodies won't dig the Vaudeville style of the white substitute teacher. End of game.

Even for a lowlife like Aaron Dixon to take everything away from a total stranger and then mobilize the victims of atrocity behind their own enemies, took more than just the promise of spoils, and the deranged rhetoric of moral inversion, Orwellianism and bullying. Something unprecedented and absolutely terrifying to the high and low alike, a monstrosity of crime, had to be found thrilling and adopted. Once exterminators posing as victims offering these spoils and entertainments had been hired and found of such appeal to the Nazi Queers in Seattle who crave domination so venally they would embrace mass murder in all its deceptions to do the most ravenous acts of treachery in the bluster of empty bloodoath, the most meaningless and petty of gains too on great form. Extermin Alexie's forces took to murdering innocent people outright to enforce their base denial.

AIDS itself became a brutal mission of Clintonian deceit about optic nerve damage.

Extermin Alexie knows that hostage is not love and he knows that telling a hostage that it is is the cruelest game that Hitler's Injun Quisling and his Pocahantos Delilah can pull. Sound Mental Health is a mission of the AIDS atrocity and already was before the Onslaught got started. Hitler came back like Jesus from the dead, but calling him Caspar the Friendly Ghost took serious gall, even for a well, old he-man, like Edgar Martinez and his sidekick Aaron Dixon, the black android from another dimension in his green machine.

The idea that misery loves company was so strong that Queers in Seattle, like the Jew Frankl who embraced Hitler and vowed, together Adolf, we can do it better, hated innocence more than they hated others as love and sickening as themselves. Daddy paid. The scavenger situation in Seattle is so ridiculous they are reduced to stealing and murdering for control and distribution rights of papers condemning them because of the attending lurid gains, like Hitler getting control of films rights to Guns of Navarone, encrypted with Reagan's blessings upon his house, and selling tickets to them at his victory celebration: Z ~ he lives. To make this all the more sickening it was planned, authored and entrusted to them by the exterminators just so they could gloat and see it happen, furious that I would become a gloating scapegoat and disrupt their shiemish of effervenscence. The Beatles and Victor Frankl worked together to enrapture and to enthrall the victims with the art of their murderers making them equally loathsome and thus lessening their pain by merger under the false flag of Geffen, loyal followers of Hitler himself and no one minded even being told so attractive were the spoils. It is no mistake of Hidden Pun Company that a man named Jeff left the book MITSUI, from whose family Ono breeds for me to read as the letters from Gail began arriving with the fists of Tive from SONY. Jeff'n if'n n'you know?

Knowledge cannot beat divinity. They communicate meaning, not enlightenment, but they are prefered therefore they are holy.

A Filipino man, evidently in the loop of this holy war game, much to my terrible disappointment, called one of his artist friends, in the raptures of Catholicism: a Queer bird. Such a queer bird was Sean Strub. Such a queer bird was the burning budda of Saigon. The rites of passage, call it love and you will feel better.

I will always feel about Africa the way that my father felt about Germany. They came from Hollywood, broke me of my love for the only things that mattered to me over something I didn't do and consigned me to a life of meaninglessness and pain, because no matter how much you may admire my writing, it is dead inside, it is not the wriiting I purposed to do, it has nothing to show for it that carries the joy of a foundational educational system built in the values of Our Commonwealth, it is instead the end product of a libelous and horrible war game where first I was depradated upon violently as a child sex object and then my loved one was forced to give more by submission to rape to those who tortured me claiming they were enjoying compense. It has always served these seedy aristocrats to leer that selling sex was the only way out of poverty for those most afflicted by AIDS, if indeed, the law is being bent by Taliban to empower the at risk and the afflicted, the same leniency should have been shown to little Jimmy and it wasn't. There's a reason.

Jimmy did not know he was being prostituted.

It is against human nature to sit still while a monster commissions a horrible identity crime and then turns their work over to vicious, murdering plague gesticulants themselves advocates for the most greedy mongerer of them all.